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They fucking denied me for the debt consolidation loan. All I want is 5 grand you fuckers. I obviously can pay the higher interest credit rates, so why won't you take my damn money. I've never been fucking delinquent. Don't give me bullshit about new credit. I've had a credit card for 6 years now.

FUCKER. You and your pleasant voice. 'I'm sorry Mr. Melville..'

Screw you.

(in other news: my friend Lisa who just had a hysterectomy found out she has pockets of fluid trapped where her ovaries were. This hurts her. May have to drain fluid out if doesn't go away in a couple of days. Poor girl.)

At least I have cookies to drown out my sorrows in. Thank you hisdaffodil. And the honour of first birthday card goes to....My Aunt. Weird.

Really? I could have sworn I mentioned on the postcard that this was an early birthday present. Ah, well, it's been an unending source of frustration and amusement, which is really the goal in all presents I give, so it works well enough for me. :)

His feelings reached an intensity hitherto unknown to him. He relived the experiences of an infinitely varied life; he died and was reborn, he loved ardently and passionately and found himself separated once more and forever from his beloved. At last, toward dawn, when the first light began to dissolve the shadows, a sense of peace began to grow in his soul, and the images became clearer, more permanent…